In the recent few weeks, we’ve been looking at a family who was close to Jesus and their unique interactions with Him.  We looked at Martha, her practical, rational discussion with Jesus and her concern with convention and achievement.  We also looked at Mary last week and came to see that her experience with Jesus around her brother’s death was lots more emotional than Martha’s experience in the same event. 

When I was growing up, I had the opportunity to do a multiple day cruise.  It was an amazing experience and on one of the nights, our small ship went through a very tumultuous storm.  I remember trying to walk down the corridor after dinner, to get to our room, with lots of hugging the walls and railing, bobbing up and down like a cork and laughing my head off.  I thought it was loads of fun to experience all of these gyrations, kind of like a free roller coaster ride with no seat belt.  The next day, I quickly became aware that other people on the ship didn’t perceive the storm like I did.  Lots of the passengers looked kind of green, maybe from throwing up and maybe from being tossed and turned in their beds.  I still look back on this memory with a mischievous smirk.